A scream, a thud, a smell, a new scent in the room, and then L could hear Castiel moving around as the brightness faded. Lana took care of the reassurances, which he didn't need (Castiel's would have been enough), and also the questions, which he would have asked if she hadn't.
L opened his eyes.
The light had faded to a soft, hazy glow with a cool tint, not the sharp overwhelming whiteness that he'd had to shield himself from. A glance around the room showed the cat lying on the floor, very dead, small plumes of smoke curling into the hazy air above it. The light itself seemed mostly to be coming from Lloyd, who had already explained it.
Did he and Lana literally have angels watching over them -- or one angel, anyway, and one open question? Over and above the idea of safety in numbers and well-armed companions? He had been conscious all along, especially since she'd been hurt, that they were both physically fragile, even as people here went. Were they now more shielded than he could have imagined?
"We should move, but..."
He glanced back and forth between his companions, frowning. A light so bright that he had been warned against looking at it; a pair of wings. For the moment, it wasn't worth debating what these new revelations meant in specific semantic terms -- they could all do that, and confirm the details, later.
"Exactly how much can each of you do from here on out?"
Was that a one-time thing, or could Castiel burn anything he felt like burning? Was it some kind of pyrokinesis? Something like that had no place in L's reality, but he'd been forced to accept so many things in recent days, and the cat was dead whether or not he questioned how it had been killed. As evidence went, it was hard to argue with, unless Castiel was in league with Landel. But that had never seemed very likely.
And did Lana have any abilities he wasn't aware of?
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A scream, a thud, a smell, a new scent in the room, and then L could hear Castiel moving around as the brightness faded. Lana took care of the reassurances, which he didn't need (Castiel's would have been enough), and also the questions, which he would have asked if she hadn't.
L opened his eyes.
The light had faded to a soft, hazy glow with a cool tint, not the sharp overwhelming whiteness that he'd had to shield himself from. A glance around the room showed the cat lying on the floor, very dead, small plumes of smoke curling into the hazy air above it. The light itself seemed mostly to be coming from Lloyd, who had already explained it.
Did he and Lana literally have angels watching over them -- or one angel, anyway, and one open question? Over and above the idea of safety in numbers and well-armed companions? He had been conscious all along, especially since she'd been hurt, that they were both physically fragile, even as people here went. Were they now more shielded than he could have imagined?
"We should move, but..."
He glanced back and forth between his companions, frowning. A light so bright that he had been warned against looking at it; a pair of wings. For the moment, it wasn't worth debating what these new revelations meant in specific semantic terms -- they could all do that, and confirm the details, later.
"Exactly how much can each of you do from here on out?"
Was that a one-time thing, or could Castiel burn anything he felt like burning? Was it some kind of pyrokinesis? Something like that had no place in L's reality, but he'd been forced to accept so many things in recent days, and the cat was dead whether or not he questioned how it had been killed. As evidence went, it was hard to argue with, unless Castiel was in league with Landel. But that had never seemed very likely.
And did Lana have any abilities he wasn't aware of?